It must be nice

*Lament* · (This post was last modified: 05-19-2019, 02:52 AM by Lament.)

Lament Pyre

He jogged East, the harsh pace he kept bringing him into the Eastern lands of Boreas for once. It felt strange not to be entering the dusty territories of the hotter regions, and he must admit that there was a slight relief in the shade provided by the sweeping trees. At least here, in this direction, he could search for the likeness of the tree that haunted his sleeping mind.

The limber warrior pushed himself hard, making quick time skirting past the volcano, and around the strange stone ruins. He did pause for a moment at their mossy grey base, before moving on. When he reached a lake, he decided to cool himself, and moved his pace to a brisk walk, and then a gentle one. Once he came to a stop at the edge of the water, he began to put himself through the motions of his training. He couldn’t say exactly where he had learnt it, or who his mentor had been. He could say little to nothing of his life past waking in the battlefield. His body, it seemed, held a far greater capacity to remember.

As he finished the last of his cool down routine and took a cautious sip of the lake, just a small intake, not enough to cramp his belly, he would catch the scent of wolf. Well, a more recent one - there was plenty enough scents around to tell him this was a popular place, but only one hinted of a wolf that lingered in the area.

He looked about himself a moment, before his eyes found the dusty brown of the wolf that settled in the earth. It was easy to understand how he missed her, she was tiny, with a quiet aura, and blended in all too well with her environment. As he moved closer to her, he would begin to catch the edges of her condition, the scars that littered body as common as lily pads in a shallow lake.
“Miss?” he asked gently, with his perfectly pitched voice that carried to her, and her alone. The warrior didn’t come any closer, now that he had identified this woman as a victim of some kind. He was uncertain if he wanted to interfere in the lives of others, but some part of him, another training he did not remember, pushed him to ask. “Are you in trouble?”

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